American Horror

Well, it's not what you think But it is that thought which brought you into this web Full of bees Found you in the glue and began their stinging Who could have guessed you'd be out on a stretcher After your home stretch All popped and bruised And still you heal at least 'til it fits through They trust you just to your own feet And keep you here for a whole week 'Cause you're acting strap-down crazy They keep you here for a whole week The state house is a traffic spot You kick your dirty feet upon that web With all those bees Got your poor legs sticky, oh, what a bad scene Who could have guessed You'd be down for a spell, blood out on a new bed Figured you know I would put the kid in me and wouldn't let him go Trust me just to my own feet And keep me up for a whole week Baby, you feel so crazy You keep me up for a whole week (Strap down and belts off) (Please take the ties up) (Strap down and belts off) (Please take the ties up) They trust you to your own feet And keep you there for a whole week If I don't think that you're crazy Do I not think?